“It’s for you,” he said. Hesitant to open the present, hubby blinked.“Thank you, Brutus, you are our guest of honour. I am most overwealmed an... honored by your Black King God presence here in my home. My Table and my Bed are yours,” he said softly, meekly bowing his head, hoping the other guests present did not suspect anything.Her beautiful golden blonde head bobbed up and down, up and down, rhythmically, methodologically, up and down, up and down, on his masculine huge Black Cock. Timothy,. "Don't do me no favors. Just stay where you are Alex. I'll be there directly." The man with the scarred face, one eye and long white hair turned away from the camera for a moment, then stopped, looked back over his shoulder and smiled coldly."Watch closely. See if you can spot the trick."The man who called himself Alex Chorney ripped the headphone off his head and tore the microphone jack out of the console with a practiced snap of the wrist."Get everyone armed and into the halls. I want that. We will then move as a unit to secure the rest of the building. Any questions?" There were none.The task force moved toward the entrance of the bar, the bowmen staying around ten yards behind the spearmen. As they drew near, Tom noticed that there were a number of bloody footprints exiting the bar heading south across the sidewalk, but they were only barely discernable outside the door and quickly faded to nothing before they even reached the street. Tom pointed out the prints to the others in. ”“No, Kat, I feel like...”“Emily?”“I think I’m dying.”Katerina slammed on the brakes and pulled over.Preston-Emily indeed was starting to look like death warmed over. Katerina’s phone rang, “Hello?”Emily couldn’t hear, but she did not need to. She felt it in her soul, “My body is dying isn’t it?”Katerina glared at her but kept listening. She nodded, “I understand.” She hung up the phone and slammed the steering wheel. After a moment more reflection, she decided it needed a few more hits, and.